17/08/2026
I don’t think I’ve ever been afraid to dream.
I’ve traveled. I’ve chased things I wanted. I’ve taken chances and gone after lives that probably didn’t make much sense to everyone else.
But somewhere along the way, I started caring too much about how my choices looked to other people.
And then anxiety got louder. The overthinking. The critical voice. The constant questioning of whether I was doing the “right” thing.
I think I’ve spent too much time trying to make my life make sense to everyone else, instead of asking myself what actually feels right for me.
Maybe being realistic isn’t always the answer.
Maybe sometimes we’re just afraid to choose the life we really want.
I don’t want to spend mine enduring a life that looks right from the outside.
I want to actually live it.
